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[Verse 1]
You got choices, I ain't gonna express my feelingsI'm a criminal nigga, close door to healing
I guess I'm used to seeing close door to willing
Now I'm getting reps, haters all on that ill shit
Its like I'm getting cold or it's time I can't deal with
A lot of niggas hate it that I speak on that real shit
I can't be a felon putting time behind bars
Nigga I been ghost riding putting mine over yours
Plus the pen ghost writing putting time behind barsAnd I'm really kind of sick and I ain't got no SARS
I'm a criminal nigga, don't shave the scar
Had a young life of crime getting money for cars
Had so many cars
Pass them out like cardsGettin' 500, 700 a whip, a nigga still emotionally scarred
The answers of a criminal, the voice of a boss
Now the Next question where is the floss

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[Verse 2]
I'm a dumb-ass
Got caught up, couldn't run fast
Now I'm in the back of squad cars going dumb fast
Just over money, now I feel I want to dump cash
After effects of my high, I feel like a drunk assReally can't sleep good, feel I wanna punch glass
How I get caught? Not me I'm a criminal
Feel like a whirlwind surrounding me, individual
Didn't learn the aftermath
Yea, fuck classBut the aftermath getting shadier than palm trees
Cutting to my weed, getting high off my bomb weed
Piss on my self, feel like a disgrace, to my mom's seed
Feel like a criminal, I guess It's what the law needs
After effects like the X, go suck it
Or listen to my music, parents had no discussion
I'm a closed off writer, no eating at supper
I'm a criminal, hate it or love it

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